The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 430

Chapter 430: Delusions

It created a small riot.

And one Instructor didn’t need to wait for the next class to be doomed as he was approached by a well-meaning wolf in sheep’s clothing.

When Kyle appeared before Instructor Falco, he looked non-threatening. And as one of his top-performing students, he should’ve come off as safe. But for some reason, Falco almost felt strangled the moment he popped up.

"Cadet Nox, is there a problem?" He managed to string these words together.

"A small matter, Sir. It seems like we’ve caused a bit of commotion."

Kyle had his professional smile on as he asked his teacher to sacrifice his neck by being in charge of the distribution of this untouched batch of onion rings. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

Obviously, Instructor Falco was ready to say no, as who on Solaris would want to face all these little monsters?

But the eyes of his colleagues promised a world of pain if he rejected, and so he was forced to accept his fate.

"How do you want this done?"

"Maybe by using a randomizer or drawing lots, Sir. It won’t be proper to sell these. But this way they’d see it’s fair since it’s with the help of an esteemed instructor."

Falco wasn’t sure why, but he felt shivers as this guy spoke more, but shut up when told he could get one first as a thank you for doing this.

And that was the start of their plan to jumpstart their "contributions."

See, the problem with a contribution is that it must not just stay with them, for if it does, then it’d be labelled as gate-keeping.

So, they need to start influencing the minds of these people early on, without flooding the market with so much product that they risk random people breaking through. Now that was dangerous.

Therefore, they thought of at least making sure that people would remember how they’d long shared the information. And they really would, for the forums would be flooded for days.

Meanwhile, a certain mechanic felt pity for the adjutant who made the noble sacrifice of handing over his onion rings.

Ollie felt conflicted.

He really did.

Kyle had given up his own food. For them, for the guild, and for their cause.

So naturally, Ollie did what any great buddy would do. He picked one golden ring with the utmost reverence and raised it toward Kyle.

"Say ah," he whispered with conviction.

Kyle blinked.

Ollie fed him a bite.

Only, instead of handing the rest over to Kyle, Ollie popped the rest into his own mouth.

Because, well, no one should be wasting food.

Kyle stared.

Ollie blinked innocently. "D-do you want more? Here..."

This went on for a while. Kyle would get a symbolic 10% of the ring while Ollie would joyously devour the other 90%, doing a little dance in his seat every time he did so.

Hmm. It seems like the food that was shared really tasted better!

But more importantly, this should improve his good karma, right?

It was a spectacle to everyone except for the actual person involved. After all, this wasn’t new for someone who’d been sharing almost everything for a while now.

And the funny thing?

The person in question didn’t say a word as he tried his best not to let his amusement show every time he got fed a bite from each ring.

When it came to the lemonade, though, it was a different story.

At first, the adjutant was just quietly drinking his lemonade until he noticed that every time he took a sip, Ollie’s eyes sparkled with the longing of a desert wanderer spotting an oasis.

So, with a resigned sigh that was bordering on a chortle, Kyle lifted his jug and held it out in front of Ollie, who latched onto it like a tiny animal catching escaping prey. Kyle didn’t say a word, simply tilted the jug so Ollie could drink more comfortably, doing his best not to shake as he held it all in.

Ollie, who was touched, drank like he hadn’t gotten a sip the entire day (not).

A few students nearby stared at them like they were watching the start of a very bizarre and slightly emotional exchange.

Some thought it was weird.

Some thought it was wholesome.

Others just muttered, "I swear that mechanic doesn’t realize he’s halfway into a marriage pact."

Regardless, the forums would have plenty to say about that, too.

But it wouldn’t just be the forums that would be raving about this. For in general, it would be everyone but the selectively blind mechanic who wouldn’t be able to distinguish his buddy from his spouse, even at the threat of a knife.

Luca, who had been watching them, found this to be both unusual and heartwarming. He thought they were both such selfless people who loved to share.

Xavier, on the other hand, thought they were both insane.

But he also knew better than to say anything. Because, clearly, Kyle was enjoying this like the crazier person that he was.

And what do you know?

From a few tables away, a few utensils were being bent in both frustration and horror.

"Hey, Lyka, isn’t that?"

She had spent weeks—no, months—strategizing.

ARGH!!!